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My sister made up a dead brother to her spouse and in-laws.

I accidentally outed the lie, but why am I the bad guy here?

Alright, so this was originally posted to R slash relationship advice on April the 11th, 2025.

I am usually a lurker, but something happened tonight that has me incredibly confused.

Apologies in advance for the length. Backstory. I am the eldest of four sisters. We're stair steps, two years apart.

I'm Meg, 38, Joe is 36, Beth is 34 and Amy is 32.

Our parents used to joke about how they kept trying for a boy, but finally gave up after

girl number four.

Not going to lie, it hurt our feelings a little, especially Amy, the youngest.

But they stopped that and assured us they wouldn't change anything.

Every one of us has at least one daughter.

I am the only sister that has a son.

At 17, he's the eldest grandchild, and I'm fairly certain he's my dad's favorite person in the world.

They are best friends.

It's adorable.

Okay, now that you have the backstory and family history, let's talk about tonight.

My son, who is very intelligent and absolutely crushed high school, recently received his acceptance letter to a pretty prestigious university. Full ride. We're incredibly proud. My folks wanted to throw him a little

congratulatory party and tonight worked for all of our schedules, which is no small fee, four different

families with 11 kids between them. So we all headed to the folks house for pizza and cake. At one point,

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